ion take dabs

Oliver Francis

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Alrighty then Yo, ayy Yeah, check, check, check, check What? Yeah, let's get it I'm raising hell with this tape Fill the shell with an eighth No dabs, I might hold a hot nail to your face And if you fishing for the clout, you a mark ass bitch Like twenty thousand fire emojis and I'll drop this shit Stutterheim coat, I might start rhymin' in Swedish I vomit on the mic, I got the instrumental squeamish The next rapper say his diamonds wet is getting robbed Or even mention Balenciaga, I swear to God I take your favorite rapper, slam him through a folded table My doors is suicidal, rims mentally unstable I fucked yo' baby moms when I came and installed your Cable I'm in the trailer park with a fifth, Jose Cuervo My style is nasty like scraping a pipe for resin I do my opposition like Voldemort did Cedric And what the fuck you mean it's no smoking in the green room? Stab a record label A&R until he see-through Pop the trunk and then I stuff his ass up in the Bentley Or better yet, I hit him with a axe like I was Gimli Terrorize the microphone, throw me in Guantanamo All aboard the crazy train, I'm feeling like I'm Randy Rhoads No ambition, can't handle your weed You the type to go and lose your wallet, phone, and your keys I'm the type to fuck a bitch and count me a hunnid G's I'm the type to rip the mic and then desecrate the beat I took fifty out the bank and brought it back, double that Quarter ounce of purple weed and hunnids in my duffle bag Mango avocado sushi roll through my boujee hoe Know I keep a ice cold bottle and a doobie rolled Purple stars, purple Bape, strawberries on the crepes Woke up in Paris, I room service the crème brûlée Presidential suite, you can find me at the top My new shit nostalgic, Prometheus and Bob, bitch The next rapper say his diamonds wet is getting blasted Fuck your favorite rapper, I'ma lay him in the casket You just steady talkin' homie, you not really active Word to Lil B, that Glock 6 make you backflip I gotta touch the hunnids, I ain't fuckin' with no crypto Dr. Awkwrd got the record spinnin' like it's Hypno Way that I'm comin', turn that shit to Helm's Deep I'm Aragorn swingin' swords with my fellowship of the ring Crewneck is Kelly Green, see the pony on the chest Straight out of Jemerson creek, all my opps is getting wrecked Yeah, I got you in my sights and AJ tellin' me to take the shot All my jewelry custom and you know my Jordan's dead stock You can bring your whole squad, pussy, I'ma pull up dolo I'm back to killing rappers like I'm Teru Sakamoto Let me get a beat and a mic, it ain't no stopping me Feel like Mike Judge and the game is Idiocrasy Intangible depiction of the way I'm living Model bitches swimming, turn five hundred thousand into a million Shark in the water but we ain't getting chummy If it was 2010, I'd prolly sign to Young Money Kush all in the blunt, I'm smoking strawberry hibiscus Walk up in my crib and that bitch smell like eucalyptus Dom P. in the bucket, go 'head, take a sip, bitch Find me out in London sippin' tea and eatin' biscuits Lookin' at my statement, that's a whole lotta zeros Bitches on my dick 'cause I look like Robert De Niro Straight up out the 80's in a Pontiac Fiero Boy, I got a billi' 'round my neck and on my earlobes Self-made rich boy Smooth talker I'm like Paul Wall mixed with Paul Walker Whippin' in the Skyline, boy, you know it's my time Who your favorite rapper? He a pussy and he can't rhyme Thanks for listening!